Chen Changsheng could clearly see that the pressure exuded by the Angel in the darkness was incomparably powerful. Even among the Storms of the Eight Directions, only the Elder of Heavenly Secrets or Bie Yanghong of the last two years could contend against it.
No one could determine if the Li Palace's grand array could suppress this person, or for how long.
The Li Palace's grand array was not complete, and Mao Qiuyu was still in the capital.
Crucially, based on what Bie Yanghong had said, two Angels had appeared with Black Robe that day.
Since one Angel had appeared, the other had assuredly appeared as well. Where was it now?
This was what worried Chen Changsheng the most.
It was obvious that the appearance of these two Angels was related to the Demon Lord.
In an extremely short amount of time, he made a decision.
He had to kill the Demon Lord while this Angel had yet to break through the Li Palace's grand array and the other Angel had yet to appear.
This meant that he needed to enter the darkness of the courtyard, perhaps even venture into its depths.
At the same time, he needed to maintain the Li Palace's grand array. Only by suppressing the Angel could he ensure that the Demon Lord could not leave.
What should he do?
"Don't let him come out."
Chen Changsheng stuffed the Divine Staff into Tang Thirty-Six's hands.
Tang Thirty-Six incredulously asked, "Me again?"
This question was meaningless. There was no one present that could temporarily replace the array pivot.
To put it another way, besides Chen Changsheng, only he was willing to hold the Divine Staff of the Orthodoxy.
Who asked it to fall into his hands from the very start when the Pope passed down the Divine Staff?
Although Tang Thirty Six's expression was very angry and these three words sounded like a painful moan, he didn't refuse.
Because he knew that he could not refuse.
He took a step forward and raised the Divine Staff in his hands.
The expensive leather boots from Tianliang County landed on the hard bluestone floor, leaving behind an extremely deep mark. The Divine Staff in his hands glowed with light, driving the Falling Star Stone and the other four treasures into an even more terrifying pressure that surged toward the Angel in the darkness.
Tang Thirty-Six's face instantly paled, but his eyes appeared particularly determined.
Chen Changsheng did not see this. Before Tang Thirty-Six had taken that step, he had already vanished into the darkness.
The divine energy of the Li Palace's grand array isolated the courtyard from the world, suppressed the darkness and the strange world, but it had no effect on him.
The night was so dark that it blocked all vision, but it couldn't slow him down in the slightest.
His Divine Sense was like water, able to light up the farthest star in the night sky. Naturally, he could see through the darkness in front of him.
But the Demon Lord had already retreated very deep, fusing with the darkness. Finding him would take some time.
Right now, what he lacked the most was time.
Fortunately, he was not alone.
When he handed the Godly Staff to Tang Thirty-Six, that person had already entered the darkness.
To be more precise, that person had never retreated from the darkness.
The sound of the zither rang out coldly and mercilessly into the night.
The blind zither player truly did possess an unfathomable level of cultivation, and his mind was incredibly powerful. Even the descent of the Angel had not been able to make him waver.
Chen Chang Sheng heard the sound of the zither. His eyes turned slightly and the wind and rain swords followed.
The darkness of the night was torn apart by the awe-inspiring sword intent and the piercingly cold zither music, revealing a passage.
At the very end of the passage was a tree.
The Demon Lord swiftly retreated, his hands erecting barrier after barrier in front of him.
The sword intent and zither music chased after the barrier, shattering it like glass.
With countless clangs, the Demon Lord fell to the ground, his black robe as black as the darkness of the night cut into countless sharp holes.
Within those cracks, golden blood was slowly seeping out.
The howling wind suddenly paused for a moment.
Chen Chang Sheng and the blind zither player appeared.
The zither music lingered and the swords formed an array like the storm.
The tree suddenly vanished.
It had not truly become nothingness, but had been sliced into the finest powder by the zither music and sword intent.
This powder was so fine that not even the wind could pick it up, so it could not be seen.
Chen Chang Sheng and the blind zither player did not continue to attack, because they felt wary.
The Demon Lord stopped, no longer retreating.
He stood where the tree had once stood, stood in his own darkness, his expression calm as he looked at Chen Chang Sheng and the blind zither player.
It was like he was looking at two perfect works of art that deserved to be admired, even praised.
The art of Xuelao City had always followed the path of complex and magnificent art, but if one truly looked at its core, it would always be brimming with the icy aura of death.
The best work of art was death itself.
In the Demon Lord's eyes, Chen Chang Sheng and the blind zither player were already two dead men.
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Chen Chang Sheng and the blind zither player were getting more and more alarmed.
Where did the Demon Lord's confidence come from? Where exactly was that indistinct murderous intent hidden?
Was it that misty ball of light in the night sky?
No, the Angel in the ball of light was temporarily unable to break through the seal of the Li Palace's grand array.
There was also an Angel of Sacred Light.
Chen Chang Sheng had already prepared himself for this.
At some point, the string of stone pearls had fallen from his wrist into his palm.
He gripped the chilly stone pearls and silently gazed at the darkness around him.
As long as he could confirm his opponent's position, he would unleash his strongest attack on that expert from the other continent.
He was confident that even if he could not kill or heavily injure his opponent, he would still be able to give him a massive problem.
Because his sea of consciousness contained the battle experience and wisdom inherited from Senior Bie Yanghong.
Because he had the Heavenly Tome Monoliths.
When that time came, he was confident that the blind zither player would seize the chance to slay the Demon Lord in the midst of his zither music.
But he now realized that his plans seemed to have fallen through.
Just as he had said before, his spiritual sense was as calm as water. It could see the most distant stars in the night sky, could ignore the deepest of nights.
But he could not confirm the Angel's position.
The courtyard was so quiet in the night.
Whether it was the confrontation between the Li Palace's grand array and the Angel of Sacred Light or the Demon Lord right before his eyes, they all seemed to be matters of another world.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the Demon Lord, his expression still calm, but his palms were already somewhat damp.
The five Heavenly Tome Monoliths had become somewhat slippery from his sweat. This was an extremely bad feeling, and it made him even more wary.
The current situation had already become like quicksand, impossible to grasp.
The response from his spiritual sense and the zither music in the night sky were both telling him.
The Angel of Sacred Light was not in the darkness, not in this courtyard, and probably not even on this continent.
Why was that warning sign still there, and why was it getting stronger and stronger?
The Angel in the sky confronting the Li Palace's grand array had also appeared without the slightest warning.
Was he about to face the same situation?
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In truth, only an extremely brief moment had passed since the tree vanished.
Chen Chang Sheng and the blind zither player's sword intents and zither music had already traversed the darkness several times.
They didn't notice that there was a stone statue at the back door of the courtyard not far away from them.
Even in the darkness, this stone statue was very striking. If they turned around, they would assuredly see it.
It was a half-crouched naked man with a pair of wings on his back.
He looked rather similar to the Angel in the ball of light in the sky.
In truth, this naked stone statue had always been an Angel.
Chen Chang Sheng and the blind zither player had not noticed this stone statue because it was a real stone statue.
This stone statue had no Qi, no breath, no vitality, no warmth, and certainly no movement.
To put it another way, this stone statue was a dead object.
From every angle, whether one used their spiritual sense, sword intent, or zither music to interact with it, this was the only conclusion they could reach.
Suddenly, the stone statue opened its eyes.
It had come to life. (To be continued.)
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